Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.